Best Symbolises Poems
Its the morning after the night before
As i leave my new wife, whom i lovingly adore
My orders came through, overseas i head
With my band of brothers, not knowing what's ahead
Married for days, whilst conflict takes him away
Holding sheets where we slept, my memory bouquet
At the bottom of our bed, there lies a virgin white rose
With a note beneath i am in momentary froze
I sit and stare as to what it might say
Knowing this is the day my love flies away
My darling Tinks i leave this white rose for you
Its pristine appearance describes my darling so true
It symbolises you, so innocent so pure
With your love in my heart, i will return i assure
Think of the day, from these distant lands from beyond
For the morning after the night before, we will respond
This virgin white rose, so bridal so pure
You and its safety i will secure, for you to return for our future
The day you come home, it shall lay on our bed
And we will continue our lives, as you have always said
I will go about my tomorrow's, thinking of you every day
And prey that this virgin white rose, never turns deathly grey
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-9.php
Categories:
symbolises, husband, love, places, war,
Form:
Couplet
Flattered... my name meaning a Princess of ancient times,
In the state of Malawa, where temple-bells rang chimes,
Bard, Kalidasa, composed in Sanskrit an epic great
About a Princess and her story of disguise and fate.
Agnimitra, handsome Prince, enamoured by her beauty,
But he was not aware of her true identity!
Thrilled to imagine myself heroine of such a story,
romance, and intrigue - part of a history and glory!
To some, my name symbolises a purple flower,
Which never fails to charm viewers’ hearts, in its bower.
To some others, it represents a graceful supple plant,
My mother thought I was a blessing which her God did grant!
My father exclaimed - she is the “garland” for me,
My daughter, my ultimate joy, a sublime beauty!
Many years they waited eagerly to embrace a girl,
My parents thought - they were gifted a gem purer than pearl.
Categories:
symbolises, i am,
Form:
Couplet
Tiranga (Tricolour)
First unfurled, was the Indian tricolor;
on Everest, the world's highest peak.
All the three colours are deliberated
to give some message and speak.
Dark saffron, white and Indian green,
the three colours of Indian national flag;
all in horizontal rectangular bars,
top to bottom, respectively placed.
Green band at bottom tells Indians,
grow with greenery and agriculture;
White band in middle of it, gives us
message of peace, truth and culture.
Saffron says, be brave and courageous,
don't hesitate to sacrifice if nation needs;
Wheel of twenty four spokes at centre tells,
on the path of progress always proceed.
Made of hand spun Indian cloth, Khadi,
at one hand symbolises pride of nation;
Design and colour on the other, say symbolically
what ought to do the great Indians.
On every Independence and republic days
Tiranga is unfurled widely in the country.
That reminds the people; be nice, graceful,
peaceful, prosper and keep in mind your duty.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
Categories:
symbolises, children, culture, identity, independence
Form:
Couplet
Hey I'll travel into that computer the one that sees everything..' I will get to know even
more about what's going on in this place..! Ohhh..' there's lots of pulses in here, I think
I shall travel down that hook up there right to where it ends, and see what I find..' OH..I
I can see lots, lots of people on a green bank a big river.. And a quiet reflective feeling all
round, hey they are holding eggs lots of them..' and that youngish man there what's he
saying? hey that's better the volume just went up. It seems...as if.. Yes I am in a camera
lens..' Oh he's speaking again..' So a man of the Pharisees: Nicodemus..' came to Jesus
by night, Rabbi he said we know you were sent by God because no Man could do the signs
you do unless God were with him..' I tell you truly Jesus replied no one can see the kingdom
of God unless he is 'born again' how do you mean teacher Nicodemus questioned.? how can a person be born again?
In this world? Surely one cannot re-enter into their Mother to be born and by now being old..'
Jesus then answered again saying unless a person is born of water and the spirit he cannot
enter the Kingdom of God..! the young man seemed most ernest in his manner, the people
listened intently..' he put down a book? Bible Dumpty could read as he peered closer that he had been quoting from; and held up a large egg..' and said today we celebrate Easter this egg symbolises
the 'new life' you can have in Christ..' This is the time he laid down his earthly life in order
that we can live eternally in heaven with Him..! Dumpty felt full of emotion at these words.'
the symbolism of the egg especially moved him, he thought of 'being born again' of being
'Humpty Dumpty' once more..' as he watched a lot of the people went forward to the man..Saying we will accept him Joe.' So they must know this man Dumpty reasoned' This seemed to really please Joe!
and so they accepted this 'Jesus' still others went into the water and another man plunged them
deep under..' then he raised them up to cheers from all, Dumpty saw all this with
mixed up feelings..'
He thought he had best go back to the Owl; and enquire more about
these things..'
Categories:
symbolises, anti bullying,
Form:
Narrative
The train approaches in the distance
Through a tunnel we gave birth
The chimney smog marries the low clouds
Of increasing heavy traffic and haze of garbage fires
Red roof tops absorb long wave radiation
The neighbourhood’s listening to the world
Through aerials and satellite dishes
The potholes feel like exploding landmines
As vehicles detour onto the pavements
People stroll in the middle of overcrowded streets
While children play soccer and drive brick blocks
Through new eyes,
Everything still looks the same or worst
Who will drive the train of progress,
Who will pilot change?
The township must be demolished!
It symbolises everything wrong with us,
Stagnation, procrastination and assimilation
The corners are occupied by gangs of ‘nyaope boys’
Who have made it their career to be unproductive
It’s a gaping sore of apartheid’s legacy
That will never heal, not in a century...
It is on the periphery, a dumping ground
Not prime land earmarked for human habitation
Through new eyes, we must have a clearer vision
A landscape with a lush vegetation on the horizon
No amount of money can ever buy a slum,
The infrastructure of a safe neighbourhood and good sanitation
When the very same people who seek to improve it,
Don’t reside within it and merely claim it to be their roots
No RDP can ever be a beautiful home, through new eyes
No amount of Shoprite stores will make it look right
No township will ever evolve into a City proper
I repeat, demolish the township!
Categories:
symbolises, africa, community, political,
Form:
Prose
Green is a mix of blue and yellow,
And indeed it is both normal and bold;
It pertains to land, country, plant and tree,
And holds nature within its hand.
It symbolises rightness in ecology,
As the environment of the bird and animal,
It comes from plant chlorophyll which receives light,
Changing its energy into photosynthesis.
Plants breathe, and they breathe by chlorophyll,
The green pigment in all plants and cyanobacteria,
So when you say that life is not relational to you,
Just look at a green apple or a kiwi fruit and laugh!
Categories:
symbolises, cheer up, color, creation,
Form:
Free verse
I Am The Artist Of My Life
Aloft the hills I sit
The world behind
The clear sky above
I, my master,
And my soulful thoughts
Reaching nothingness.
So what is this life all about?
I continued my journey
To reach my snowy summit
Before the birds return to their nestlings.
Perusing over the years fled by
Childhood simplicity
Had been ravaged
With growing up years.
Engulfed in the confusion of my direction
I wondered if I was on the right trail.
My staff in hand I swiftly changed my direction
I left behind the scrubby slopes midst firs and yews
And magnetically moved toward an unknown destination.
An invincible call beckoned me to the laughing sunny maples
Breathlessly I quickened my pace and Lo Behold:
I was standing in a painted valley of flowers
Hanging in the heavens by God's invisible chains.
Rose bushes and wild strawberries accompa'kknied me
While the amaranthine rhododendron clusters smiled from afar
The fields were perfumed with paradise pink orchids and azure poppies,
The snowy daisies, lavender bell-flowers and rusty marigolds
Carpeted the valley floor with the humming bees and hopping lime butterflies.
The myriad colours brushed the fragrant carpeted hills
For acres and acres, casting their magic spell by
Scintillating my life and clearing my doubts and confusions of
Who am I? What is this life all about? What am I doing here?
I am what my name symbolises! I am the power!
I am the spirit! I am the creator of my own life!
I am the artist to paint my life in all its prismatic hues.
May 15, 2016
For Chris Teas
(January 2, 2015
Conest: One Of Your Best Poetry
Sponsor: Rob Carmack)
Categories:
symbolises, beauty, confusion, creation, flower,
Form:
Free verse
In wilderness it lives
a creature
it's not a he, neither a she but "it "
with eyes as black and wild as storm
it's coming is as if the whole area has been drowned
clouds of darkness surrounds it
deadly creatures protect it
everything dies with its presence
there's not any sign of life where it lives
not a herb, not a tree,
neither water but only desertness
it s not a he, neither a she but a " it "
king of north, king of south
the most dangerous enemies combined their armies
but no success, neither a boy was left
no finger, no leg,
for his life, the king of south begged
but forgiving isn't in its habit
even the king was cruelly killed
it isn't a he, nor a she, but a " it "
once it sees you, there is no escape
you are its pleasure then
it will torture you till the breathe last
it will destroy your cast
even death will not come as fast
you' ll beg and it will only laugh
until it eats you and finish its task
for it isn't a he, neither a she, but it
it existence symbolises death of happiness
fire burns all over it
with soul as dark that even satan is afraid
And eyes so wild that you'll die
head and face similar to that of deer and horse
eyes without eye balls
instead of fingers, there are snakes
mouth full of blood and mud
a face without a nose
with body of a human, height that of a gorilla
its name is forbidden to take
Amongst ghosts he is known as the dark lord
human call it " it "
if you take its name, it shall sense it
and will get to you
if somebody asks you for it, never do the mistake
of taking its name
just tell
its not a he, neither a she but it
there are rumors that it belong to the tribe of Gog and Mogs
as its eat everything that comes into its path
human, trees, walls, herbs, everything
For the contest " it "
Categories:
symbolises, dark,
Form:
Epic
Locked in place on a high cross
Swords spoke the foreword
A quick glance at eternal peace
Combat defined his wounds
Only the pen of history
Penetrates his heavy armour
Behind his shield lies purgatory
At the height of an evil empire
Cracked dried lips to steel
Exposure to the kiss of death
Vanguard to a spiritual thirst
Glistening in the sun unsheathed
Doors open to unknown corridors
Momentarily blinded by a flood
Of light - vulnerable to carnivores
Engrossed in the scent of his blood
A costume designed to antagonize
Missiles of jeers from the masses
For the iron fist it symbolises
On their visibly anguished faces
Metal sparks fly to illuminate
The wide-eyed in the grandstand
Fireworks displayed in the court
On unchained blistered hands
A heavy heart to condemn
Stumbling in his reluctant march
Enslaved for the true price of freedom
A beheading at tip of Caesar's thumb
The first blow is on target
Sends his mind off on a tangent
Far beyond the castle walls
To a dream of a love lost and distant
Behind the lowered vice
Is a soldier wanted for treason
For gold and land promised, but
Never delivered for reasons never given
For centuries feared far and wide
The myth of a fire-breathing dragon
He relinquishes his mask – his pride
Lies dying of his wounds in the dungeon
When the battlefield still had honour
Before death became a spectator sport
For those with a twisted sense of humour
A gladiator once lived and fought
08-18-2015
Thabang J. Ngoma
Categories:
symbolises,
Form:
Epic
Categories:
symbolises, africa, appreciation, beauty, birth,
Form:
Epic
O' crescent moon I truly adore you so
Even the full moon upon the shore you know
Art' thee poetically made of cream white ivory
or maybe marble or like cheese in the story?
When my day not my sky is blue
Cradle me in your crescent won't you?
If rock you are upon which we can stand
pray sprinkle me your moonlit sand
Stardust if it makes me sail and fly high up to you
In your curved crescent canoe, a dream come true
You do rock, you rocky terrain way up there
All sad souls rock them then
In your swingy arching chair
In all the shapes and sizes that your sheen may show
Your Creator's artsy, creative magnificence
In designing even thy reflected luminescence
Dear God take a bow, for to Him alone I bow
Ah, glory be to God for thy diamond glow.
Crooning a song for any fervent lunar lovers like me
Join me in thanking the One Deity for all luminosity.
For this luminous nocturnal boon
we know fondly as the Moon
Moonlight, moonshine the most poetic glow
May moonlight through my windows flow
O' crescent moon you are the symbol of mankind's well wisher religion
May darkness heed what your light symbolises,
And realise, acknowledge and follow the one true God's opinion.
Categories:
symbolises, appreciation, creation, moon,
Form:
Lyric
That we love is unquestioned, not a point of controversy,
Our marital or partnership ring is personal and never mandatorily issued;
Youth lets us find it in order to keep and hand it on a generation,
As it symbolises our joy, contentment and exhilaration.
When we are lonely or selfish in our relationship with the other,
The ring on our finger inspires with platitudes which save,
From ourselves or society’s fashionable, glamorous glaze,
To treasure the person that we love, until we are for them brave.
When Bilbo embarked on the journey to retake his land,
He found a ring which he felt so personally attracted to,
And so kept it for the use, meaning and magic that did from it emanate,
‘Cos its semiology was his cosmology as its sign was life immaculate.
But when he approached his land, a dragon claimed it so,
Which made Bilbo consider his strategy and individuality,
And when he actioned the ring, strength was his reality:
He only had to think about or touch it, and so upheld it in supremacy.
Our symbol of the ring for love alludes to a greater ring,
A friendship ring to admire and like, and maybe to suggest and fight;
If someone’s land is his or hers, and is not, it means evil lurks,
So Bilbo invigorated love’s power to kill and vanquish this night.
Smaug the dragon held evil and torment in his breath,
Fiery and without request of light, gumption or relationship;
Bilbo even calls himself a bulgier of its world of hardship,
Slavery, murder and creatures of all-consuming darkness.
The physical ring only facilitates the person to aspire,
But in Bilbo’s time it was in danger of falling into the wrong hands,
So Bilbo allowed Smaug’s hell-pit to thus consume the golden circlet,
Such that all that was left was those who accept love’s commands.
That killed Smaug and the origin of sin and immorality,
‘Cos to posses the ring is not to necessarily to honour it,
So when Bilbo returned home from his adventure,
His life continued on in his nephew’s by his conjecture.
About Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit adventure.
Categories:
symbolises, books, courage, kids, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Emily Bronte makes her mark
speaking of the sweet bluebell
in its power shows its blossom
one can't help but go and tell
Springtime in the UK brings them out
the bluebell has a lovely scent
which hangs in the air so heavily
from bell-shaped flowers heavenly sent
The bluebell symbolises something great
humility, gratitude, constancy and everlasting love
this was loved by the Victorians so much
to them it was a language never enough
Folklore showed about bluebell woods
fairies there we're told would ring
so the fairies would be gathered
whether believing this what would it bring
In the UK there's over half that's in the world
recently the bluebell voted UK's favourite wildflower
so colourful with a lovely shade of blue
feeding on the moisture receives in the morning hour
( have written this piece about the lovely Bluebell that blooms in spring here in the UK.)
Categories:
symbolises, blue, flower, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
Once it was bright and warm
but now wet and dull,
the summer has transformed
into autumn, a season fraught
with chilly winds and changing
colours; first glorious greens but
then striking reds, oranges and yellows.
Autumn is a season that symbolises
change and the un-noticed challenges
that we all face regardless of
whatever form they take.
Many scorn it for being a season
that many seasonal illnesses
suddenly arise, like strained
springs suddenly being released
creating a sound that ricochets
all around, bouncing off every
surface.
But still autumn persists for
it is locked in an eternal cycle
created by Mother Nature herself.
Autumn – a season to be cherished
and welcomed for without autumn
new life cannot form when spring
arrives creating a new blossoming
paradise of colours for the summer
that follows where the sun will bestow
its very light on very living soul.
Categories:
symbolises, nature, seasons, summer, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
Soon, me and you will reunite
Both dressed in black but never in white
Because black symbolises a dark, gloom, mystery
For I know not your secrets and you know not my history
It's funny how our lives seem not to infuse together
Your origins are much different compared to mine
Our universes however intertwine
For the matter in which we both are standing lies intact with love as its bond
A hidden love, unpropelled and held into your soul
For greed still remains although we're freed or so we think
Our links embroiled in a civil war
Civil in a sense that we are one
A man and wife, a tribe, race, nation
You see it not I know but sometime we all have to go
For temporarily we live, believe, decieve or recieve a nature
A human nature, that makes us conceive and act on our cerebation
An incarnation of a death star
Celebration of a nation held by pessimism and hate
Most of the time we find we're too late.
So I say think, manifest, reinvest and be happy for life is short
And we are a sport of our own temptation.
Categories:
symbolises, emotions, i miss you,
Form:
Rhyme